gave　himself　to　her　service　as　to　that　of　a　living　soul　capable　of
  justice　and　love。　　The　night　was　more　than　warm；　but　she　had　fits　of
  shivering。　　He　wrapped　his　coat　round　her；　and　wiped　from　the　poor
  degraded　face　the　damps　of　suffering。　　The　woman…heart　was　alive
  still；　for　she　took　the　hand　that　ministered　to　her　and　kissed　it
  with　a　moan。　　When　the　morning　came　she　fell　asleep。　　He　crept　out
  and　went　to　his　grandmother's；　where　he　roused　Betty；　and　asked　her
  to　get　him　some　peat　and　coals。　　Finding　his　grandmother　awake；　he
  told　her　all；　and　taking　the　coals　and　the　peat；　carried　them　to　the
  hut；　where　he　managed；　with　some　difficulty；　to　light　a　fire　on　the
  hearth；　after　which　he　sat　on　the　doorstep　till　Betty　appeared　with
  two　men　carrying　a　mattress　and　some　bedding。　　The　noise　they　made
  awoke　her。
  'Dinna　tak　me；'　she　cried。　'I　winna　do　't　again；　an'　I'm　deein'；　I
  tell　ye　I'm　deein'；　and　that'll　clear　a'　scoreso'　this　side　ony
  gait；'　she　added。
  They　lifted　her　upon　the　mattress；　and　made　her　more　comfortable
  than　perhaps　she　had　ever　been　in　her　life。　　But　it　was　only　her
  illness　that　made　her　capable　of　prizing　such　comfort。　　In　health；
  the　heather　on　a　hill…side　was　far　more　to　her　taste　than　bed　and
  blankets。　　She　had　a　wild；　roving；　savage　nature；　and　the　wind　was
  dearer　to　her　than　house…walls。　　She　had　come　of　ancestorsand　it
  was　a　poor　little　atom　of　truth　that　a　soul　bred　like　this　woman
  could　have　been　born　capable　of　entertaining。　　But　she　too　was
  eternaland　surely　not　to　be　fixed　for　ever　in　a　bewilderment　of
  sin　and　ignorancea　wild…eyed　soul　staring　about　in　hell…fire　for
  want　of　something　it　could　not　understand　and　had　never　beheldby
  the　changeless　mandate　of　the　God　of　love！　　She　was　in　less　pain
  than　during　the　night；　and　lay　quietly　gazing　at　the　fire。　　Things
  awful　to　another　would　no　doubt　cross　her　memory　without　any
  accompanying　sense　of　dismay；　tender　things　would　return　without
  moving　her　heart；　but　Falconer　had　a　hold　of　her　now。　　Nothing　could
  be　done　for　her　body　except　to　render　its　death　as　easy　as　might　be；
  but　something　might　be　done　for　herself。　　He　made　no　attempt　to
  produce　this　or　that　condition　of　mind　in　the　poor　creature。　　He
  never　made　such　attempts。　'How　can　I　tell　the　next　lesson　a　soul　is
  capable　of　learning？'　he　would　say。　'The　Spirit　of　God　is　the
  teacher。　　My　part　is　to　tell　the　good　news。　　Let　that　work　as　it
  ought；　as　it　can；　as　it　will。'　　He　knew　that　pain　is　with　some　the
  only　harbinger　that　can　prepare　the　way　for　the　entrance　of
  kindness：　it　is　not　understood　till　then。　　In　the　lulls　of　her　pain
  he　told　her　about　the　man　Christ　Jesuswhat　he　did　for　the　poor
  creatures　who　came　to　himhow　kindly　he　spoke　to　themhow　he　cured
  them。　　He　told　her　how　gentle　he　was　with　the　sinning　women；　how　he
  forgave　them　and　told　them　to　do　so　no　more。　　He　left　the　story
  without　comment　to　work　that　faith　which　alone　can　redeem　from
  selfishness　and　bring　into　contact　with　all　that　is　living　and
  productive　of　life；　for　to　believe　in　him　is　to　lay　hold　of　eternal
  life：　he　is　the　Lifetherefore　the　life　of　men。　　She　gave　him　but
  little　encouragement：　he　did　not　need　it；　for　he　believed　in　the
  Life。　But　her　outcries　were　no　longer　accompanied　with　that　fierce
  and　dreadful　language　in　which　she　sought　relief　at　first。　　He　said
  to　himself；　'What　matter　if　I　see　no　sign？　　I　am　doing　my　part。　　Who
  can　tell；　when　the　soul　is　free　from　the　distress　of　the　body；　when
  sights　and　sounds　have　vanished　from　her；　and　she　is　silent　in　the
  eternal；　with　the　terrible　past　behind　her；　and　clear　to　her
  consciousness；　how　the　words　I　have　spoken　to　her　may　yet　live　and
  grow　in　her；　how　the　kindness　God　has　given　me　to　show　her　may　help
  her　to　believe　in　the　root　of　all　kindness；　in　the　everlasting　love
  of　her　Father　in　heaven？　　That　she　can　feel　at　all　is　as　sure　a　sign
  of　life　as　the　adoration　of　an　ecstatic　saint。'
  He　had　no　difficulty　now　in　getting　from　her　what　information　she
  could　give　him　about　his　father。　　It　seemed　to　him　of　the　greatest
  import；　though　it　amounted　only　to　this；　that　when　he　was　in　London；
  he　used　to　lodge　at　the　house　of　an　old　Scotchwoman　of　the　name　of
  Macallister；　who　lived　in　Paradise　Gardens；　somewhere　between
  Bethnal　Green　and　Spitalfields。　　Whether　he　had　been　in　London
  lately；　she　did　not　know；　but　if　anybody　could　tell　him　where　he
  was；　it　would　be　Mrs。　Macallister。
  His　heart　filled　with　gratitude　and　hope　and　the　surging　desire　for
  the　renewal　of　his　London　labours。　　But　he　could　not　leave　the　dying
  woman　till　she　was　beyond　the　reach　of　his　comfort：　he　was　her
  keeper　now。　　And　'he　that　believeth　shall　not　make　haste。'　　Labour
  without　perturbation；　readiness　without　hurry；　no　haste；　and　no
  hesitation；　was　the　divine　law　of　his　activity。
  Shargar's　mother　breathed　her　last　holding　his　hand。　　They　were
  alone。　　He　kneeled　by　the　bed；　and　prayed　to　God；　saying；
  'Father；　this　woman　is　in　thy　hands。　　Take　thou　care　of　her；　as　thou
  hast　taken　care　of　her　hitherto。　　Let　the　light　go　up　in　her　soul；
  that　she　may　love　and　trust　thee；　O　light；　O　gladness。　　I　thank　thee
  that　thou　hast　blessed　me　with　this　ministration。　　Now　lead　me　to　my
  father。　　Thine　is　the　kingdom；　and　the　power；　and　the　glory；　for
  ever　and　ever。　　Amen。'
  He　rose　and　went　to　his　grandmother　and　told　her　all。　　She　put　her
  arms　round　his　neck；　and　kissed　him；　and　said；
  'God　bless　ye；　my　bonny　lad。　　And　he　will　bless　ye。　　He　will；　he
  will。　　Noo　gang　yer　wa's；　and　do　the　wark　he　gies　ye　to　do。　　Only
  min'；　it's　no　you；　it's　him。'
  The　next　morning；　the　sweet　winds　of　his　childhood　wooing　him　to
  remain　yet　a　day　among　their　fields；　he　sat　on　the　top　of　the
  Aberdeen　coach；　on　his　way　back　to　the　horrors　of　court　and　alley　in
  the　terrible　London。
  CHAPTER　VII。
  THE　SILK…WEAVER。
  When　he　arrived　he　made　it　his　first　business　to　find　'Widow
  Walker。'　　She　was　evidently　one　of　the　worst　of　her　class；　and　could
  it　have　been　accomplished　without　scandal；　and　without　interfering
  with　the　quietness　upon　which　he　believed　that　the　true　effect　of
  his　labours　in　a　large　measure　depended；　he　would　not　have　scrupled
  simply　to　carry　off　the　child。　　With　much　difficulty；　for　the　woman
  was　suspicious；　he　contrived　to　see　her；　and　was　at　once　reminded　of
  the　child　he　had　seen　in　the　cart　on　the　occasion　of　Shargar's
  recognition　of　his　mother。　　He　fancied　he　saw　in　her　some
  resemblance　to　his　friend　Shargar。　　The　affair　ended　in　his　paying
  the　woman　a　hundred　and　fifty　pounds　to　give　up　the　girl。　　Within
  six　months　she　had　drunk　herself　to　death。　　He　took　little　Nancy
  Kennedy　home　with　him；　and　gave　her　in　charge　to　his　housekeeper。
  She　cried　a　good　deal　at　first；　and　wanted　to　go　back　to　Mother
  Walker；　but　he　had　no　great　trouble　with　her　after　a　time。　　She
  began　to　take　a　share　in　the　house…work；　and　at　length　to　wait　upon
  him。　　Then　Falconer　began　to　see　that　he　must　cultivate　relations
  with　other　people　in　order　to　enlarge　his　means　of　helping　the　poor。
  He　nowise　abandoned　his　conviction　that　whatever　good　he　sought　to
  do　or　lent　himself　to　aid　must　be　effected　entirely　by　individual
  influence。　　He　had　little　faith　in　societies；　regarding　them　chiefly
  as　a　wretched　substitute；　just　better　than　nothing；　for　that　help
  which　the　neighbour　is　to　give　to　his　neighbour。　　Finding　how　the
  unbelief　of　the　best　of　the　poor　is　occasioned　by　hopelessness　in
  privation；　and　the　sufferings　of　those　dear　to　them；　he　was
  confident　that　only　the　personal　communion　of　friendship　could　make
  it　possible　for　them　to　believe　in　God。　Christians　must　be　in　the
  world　as　He　was　in　the　world；　and　in　proportion　as　the　truth
  radiated　from　them；　the　world　would　be　able　to　believe　in　Him。　Money
  he　saw　to　be　worse　than　useless；　except　as　a　gracious　outcome　of
  human　feelings　and　brotherly　love。　　He　always　insisted　that　the
  Saviour　healed　only　those　on　whom　his　humanity　had　laid　hold；　that
  he　demanded　faith　of　them　in　order　to　make　them　regard　him；　that　so
  his　personal　being　might　enter　into　their　hearts。　　Healing　without
  faith　in　its　source　would　have　done　them　harm　instead　of　goodwould
  have　been　to　them　a　windfall；　not　a　Godsend；　at　best　the　gift　of
  magic；　even　sometimes　the　power　of　Satan　casting　out　Satan。　　But　he
  must　not　therefore　act　as　if　he　were　the　only　one　who　could　render
  this　individual　aid；　or　as　if　men　influencing　the　poor　individually
  could　not　aid　each　other　in　their　individual　labours。　　He　soon
  found；　I　say；　that　there　were　things　he　could　not　do　without　help；
  and　Nancy　was　his　first　perplexity。　　From　this　he　was　delivered　in　a
  wonderful　way。
  One　afternoon　he　was　prowling　about　Spitalfields；　where　he　had　made
  many　acquaintances　amongst　the　silk…weavers　and　their　families。
  Hearing　a　loud　voice　as　he　passed　down　a　stair　from　the　visit　he
  had　been　paying　further　up　the　house；　he　went　into　the　room　wh